Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.